Expo-Sed
I'm at an expo
an expo for foreign countries' universities
they're advertising themselves to us
the people with little
the little people
I am seated
At a chair so comfy
Yet my heart so weary
That I'm wasting my time
That they're here mostly for themselves
I'd like to think otherwise
But for now that is the reality
That I Have consciously chosen
And there's no convincing me the other way
But do I really need them?
Looking at Kenyan Statistics
Looks like I do
If Binyanvanga Wainana wouldn't have made it outside Kenya
If Lisa Odour wouldn't have began her career at Berkeley
If Chimamanda wouldn't have gone to U.S....
The story is different
The plot is the same
Like a sickening soap opera
That everyone is watching
And so you're inclined to do the same
I'm worried
That if I don't get something to do
I will have wasted my day
That if I don't talk to the familiar faces
I won't be able to talk to the strange ones
This was such a perfect day
Until I got here.
I'm leaving now
..continues to sit.
Copyright © Rachael Kibicho | Year Posted 2023
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